Marry ex-boyfriend his uncle

At two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, on the Zhoujiang Huancheng Villa side, the lights of the elegantly designed two-story villa were still on.

You can vaguely see the people in the room walking up and down, and you can also hear the sound of someone talking in a hurry.

"What's the matter with him? Why is he still so hot?"

Fan Sucheng looked at the very thin person trapped in the quilt, and his face was flushed with crimson.

Even when the family doctor went to inject him with tranquilizers, he still didn't cooperate and kept twisting.

He didn't dare to restrain him too hard, because the wounds on this little thing were also horrifying.

Just when I was cleaning him in the bathroom, I found the back of his stomach, and now when he was dragged by the bookstore owner, he scratched a piece of bloody skin on his hand.

His eyes were foggy again, and he held his hand tightly, as long as he moved a little,

He looked at himself with watery and misty eyes like an abandoned little animal.

"The thing that the man fed him was a severe hallucinogen, or it hurt his body, the purpose was to humiliate him,

But now this child is like this, and other methods are not very convenient. He should calm down first, and then 20 minutes will be fine. "

The family doctor also endured a lot of pressure and said to Fan Sucheng.

He has some friendship with the Fan family, and he has never seen this young master with such a face.

When Fan Sucheng heard that this little thing had to endure another 20 minutes, the coldness on his face became even heavier.

But there is no way, the family doctor also said before, use other ways to help the little things through.

But look at this man covered in injuries, he is not a beast either.

"It hurts... I, I hurt so much..."

Zhou Ling was confused, but felt as if he was in a raging fire.

The monstrous fire was going to burn him to pieces, but he couldn't escape.

But when the pain became more and more sad, he could feel himself unexpectedly clearly, holding a warm thing in his left hand,

It gave him a very warm feeling, like a cloud in the April breeze, which relieved the emotions that were about to collapse.

He desperately wanted to put something that made him feel very comfortable, close to his face.

He kept murmuring to himself that he was very hot and in pain.

Everyone who was still in the room retreated, and the room fell silent.

Fan Sucheng, who was still sitting by the bed, also felt the tiny force that kept pulling his hand.

Intermittent, indistinct voices also entered his ears.

"Want to drink water?" But he couldn't quite hear what the little thing said, so he guessed that he was hot and uncomfortable now, and probably wanted water.

Zhou Ling didn't know if he heard it, but he pressed Fan Sucheng's hand closer to his face.

Fan Sucheng couldn't hear what he said, just when Fan Sucheng was about to take his hand away,

Go to the seat next to him, pour him a glass of water, let him drink it, and when he feels better,

He found that he suddenly touched something very hot on the back of his hand.

He stopped when he was about to stand up, and there was a thought in his dark eyes.

Feeling the hot thing falling on the back of his hand, slowly flowing down his wrist, and then falling into the quilt.

After the first drop, the following continuous hot tears fell on the back of the hand.

For some reason, Fan Sucheng suddenly felt that his heart was also burned by those hot tears.

He became a little restless, as if something was stuck in his chest, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Twenty minutes is enough, just bear with it." His voice was a little cold, but there was also a bit of cruelty in it.

He turned around, trying to get the cigarette case on the bedside table,

But when he moved a little, the pair of small hands holding his hand were also tightly grabbed by him, and they hugged him in his arms.

And in the thin embrace where his arm was close, the fiery temperature almost seemed to scald his arm.

Fan Sucheng withdrew his hand, and Zhou Ling who was lying on the bed let out a sob,

Like a stubborn little beast locked in a cage, helpless, but there is still the last stubbornness.

In addition to wanting to take off the quilt on his body, he also wanted to pull off the pajamas that had already been put on him.

"It hurts..." This was only the second time Zhou Ling yelled that he was in pain.

Fan Sucheng, who was sitting by the bed, frowned at this moment. He leaned over to approach Zhou Ling, and happened to hear Zhou Ling say this.

Before asking Lu Hongzhuo to investigate about this little thing's family, he also knew the general idea.

Zhou's mother is a respectable person, she is over 50 years old, and she is still responsible for the schooling of two children.

As for his father, he was an idler, and he could not be relied upon for anything,

The tuition fee for this little guy to go to college is all his own summer job during the summer vacation, and the living expenses are also earned by doing temporary work around the school.

And this time Father Zhou was gambling with others in the poker field, lost an arm, and cut off his hand if he didn't pay back the money. For their family, 60 yuan is a fantasy.

But now the little thing, before he was conscious, took off the strong shell he had put on without any defense.

The pain he mentioned may not only be because of the injuries he suffered physically.

And the grievances accumulated in his heart over the years,

They turned into sharp arrows, breaking through the hard defenses he had set for himself.

It really made him feel, he really hurt.

"It won't hurt anymore in the future," Fan Sucheng said, quietly reaching out his hand to wipe away the tears still hanging from the corner of Zhou Ling's eyes.

The quilt that kicked him away was covered again on his body, and the corners of the very strong quilt were pressed down, so that Zhou Ling would not catch a cold when he woke up.

20 minutes of torture to Zhou Ling is no less than a minor operation.

There were layers of dense sweat on his forehead, and he had been holding Fan Sucheng's arm tightly, and there was also a layer of sweat on the palm of his hand.

During this period, Fan Sucheng also vaguely heard Zhou Ling's intermittent and vague words.

After 20 minutes, the tired Zhou Ling finally calmed down.

However, he has not let go of the hand that has been holding Fan Sucheng, as if catching the last piece of driftwood in the boundless sea.

He fell asleep and held on tightly.

Fan Sucheng pulled his arm out of Zhou Ling's embrace, and his movements were very small, so as not to wake Zhou Ling up.

At this time, the closed door was knocked several times from the outside, and it was Lu Hongzhuo who walked in with his mobile phone.

Fan Sucheng saw at a glance that the phone belonged to Zhou Ling, and now the screen was on, showing the interface that someone was calling.

"I've made more than a dozen calls. I didn't answer, and they just kept calling."